nobody is likely to read my journals so i can say whatever comes across my mind. this is great cuz i think a lot of thots that might meet with a lot of raised eyebrows and quizzical pauses in conversations if i said them out loud. these thots range from dum to weird but have an insideous talent at escaping from my mouth. if i write them here, maybe they'll be less likely to leap from my lips. so , in continuation of the above journal entry abt-u know yr old-
when every time u pass a bathroom, u go in. u know yr going to need it sooner rather than later.
i have a question. r other 'old' ppl out there becoming increasingly obsessed with the mental process of becoming old and dying; am i the only old person who is more afraid of the process of becoming old than of actually dying?
if anyone reads this, i hope it doesnt depress u. i can b rather dark. but thats one of the reasons 4 this journal. (i cd tell u a funny story, but it involves me in a slightly illegal activity(dont worry-no one got hurt) so i better not.